Where you can visit the small but astounding “Musée de l’Art Brut” in Lausanne.
Where you take the time to stop and admire the swans on Lake Geneva.
And of course the beautiful wooden chalets.
Where you are serenaded by the sound of cow bells ringing around the valley all day long.
Where you can eat lunch looking out to this view.
Where you eat cheese fondue for lunch; then eat cheese fondue again for dinner.
And if you’re Franck and I, where you can go for an evening walk in a deep valley, feeling drunk with freedom.